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Dang. I miss some people so hard. I go back and forth as to the value of what I do. Do people need stories? Almost certainly. They are built into our brains and serve as structural supports for thought (The Hero With A Thousand Faces myth) but I guess ego-wise I am wondering whether anything in my output is worth the effort it takes me to create. Like why shouldn't I just plant myself in front of a tv on my off-time and let my brain rot? Most of the time art doesn't give much value to my life, I just sort of slave. And that makes me feel cut off because I don't share that with anyone, it's more of a between me and God thing. And that makes me feel lonely. I think loneliness is a prerequisite to divine knowledge. What the fuck?!
Also, I received a letter that says I can enter a class-action lawsuit against British Airlines for a fuel surcharge refund from a ticket the last time I went to England. I stand to win between $4 and $34! Things are on the up-and-up for this guy!
Also, getting up at 3:30AM sucks. If anyone approaches you and says, "How bout coming in to work for 5AM?", tell him to fuck off.
Love.
Also, I received a letter that says I can enter a class-action lawsuit against British Airlines for a fuel surcharge refund from a ticket the last time I went to England. I stand to win between $4 and $34! Things are on the up-and-up for this guy!
Also, getting up at 3:30AM sucks. If anyone approaches you and says, "How bout coming in to work for 5AM?", tell him to fuck off.
Love.